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Poem Details | by nick armbrister jimmy boom semtex |
Categories: death, fishing, horror,



We set out early when the air was cool to go fishing.

Deep within the forest at a river tributary lies

a remote stretch of water. A few hours later

our catch is impressive. I turn my back to eat my lunch

and I hear a scream. An alligator has snatched

my friend with its terrible death grip—

there’s nothing I can do but stare in horror

at the scene before me. Will I be next?

I wish I had my hunting rifle…

Poem Details | by D.W. Rodgers |
Categories: death, fishing,

River's end

At the foot of the Elbow,
just above the Bow,
an angler drowned
his feet caught 
in a shopping cart
split-cane rod still 
firmly in his grasp.

On the Grand
just below the Gorge,
another died 
opening weekend,
high water
few details are known.

At the Whirlpool
below Niagara Falls
bodies surface
but few are anglers.

When I go, I hope 
it’s in my waders 
but miles of rivers 
remain before 
my rods pass
to you.

Poem Details | by Flora Mae Gudez |
Categories: absence, bird, blue, boat, boyfriend, break up, deep, depression, desire, emo, emotions, feelings, first love, fishing, girl, grief, heartbroken, lonely, longing, loss, love, miss you, missing, missing you, sorrow, suicide,


Oh sea of love!
How bitter the mem'ries I have!
This place reminisce the pain
Of not seeing my love again.

Your birds up high
Remind me of his goodbye.
Your water so deep
Makes me yearn and weep.

So let your breeze blow,
And dry the tears that flow.
Let your waves take away
The griefs and sorrows that stay.

Oh sea of love!
Erase the mem'ries I have!
Wash them out of the blue,
Take them away with you.

Poem Details | by jan oskar hansen |
Categories: allegory, art, bereavement, fishing,

gone ashore

Gone Ashore Sonnet
 I have sailed on many seas
 they have various colours and smell,
but being indoors looking out
it got a bit boring as well.
One can’t stand by a porthole all day,
 water stretching wet and endlessly
I knew I was never going to see
green grass again.

From a mountain, I can see the sea
but never go near the bloody thing
I swim in a river when it is hot.
Sea, shrieking gulls and rusty steel,
 I prefer the forest and
the valley that has an unblinking eye. 

Poem Details | by Andrew Shannon |
Categories: absence, beautiful, beauty, bereavement, depression, desire, devotion, emotions, fishing, for her, girl, goodbye, how i feel, i love you, loneliness, lonely, longing, lost love, love, passion, relationship, romance, sad love, woman, women, youth,

This One Girl

This One Girl,
Every night she greets me
In my arms she rests
No one else's around, we're free
Time's standing still, a sweet caress

This One Girl,
I've always loved the most
We've gone our separate ways
To two distant, far away coasts
To spend the rest of our days

This One Girl,
I'm not knowing if her face
I'll ever see again
Or if of her, I'll ever find another trace
But still all my love, her way, I'll send

This One Girl,
There's just something about her
A magic to her ways
Making my heart stir
She's got me in a daze

Poem Details | by Roberto Santana |
Categories: books, color, death, desire, family, fishing, i love you,

My Sunshine

I love you now more than ever ,
For you mean the world to me ,
I love everything about you ,
I'll search around the world for thee .
Your smile is so inviting ,
Your kisses are so divine ,
I want to hold you in my arms ,
And bring you safely home .
Whenever I am near you ,
I shake like a willow tree ,
The stars above shine brighter ,
Cause you belong to me.
The Ocean's wave in unison ,
They want to drag you in ,
But I am here to save you ,
" True Love' is from within.
I'm waiting by the window ,
Letting the sun shine in ,
Will you be there for me my dear ,
Together and without sin .

Poem Details | by Jimmi Canada |
Categories: analogy, cat, courage, death, dedication, deep, dream, drink, fishing, integrity, ireland, irony, joy, light, lonely, love, motivation, muse, myth, woman,

The story

In a story it will unveil,

in courage it will feel,

on the days when you're out on the wheels-
do not look back at the heels,

and don't knock twice when you've got two doors to peel,

focus in,
and you might white out the right steal...

"Hello Artimus! Aren't you that brat that hangs out at the sailing reels?
Don't you do that cat that likes ferns who 'unlike any mother' never gets to be like the guys in turn... with the wheels..?"

Poem Details | by JEAN MURRAY |
Categories: death, fishing, storm,


How many ship wrecks have you seen
off our Irish shores?
How many fishermen sank to the bottom,
After pulling hard on oars?

When fierce tempests gather,
you send out your beam.
Hoping to guide them to safety,
so you need not hear them scream.

Steadfast you stand strong
against the mighty waves.
Unmanned now, you're on your own .
So many lives you've saved.

On silent nights we view you,
with our feet firmly on land.
Reassured you are keeping watch,
on that poor loansome boatman.


Poem Details | by Peter Lewis Holmes |
Categories: death, fishing,



All the dawns of all the morns
Swing back the seaweed’s draft,
Brings to me the octopus, hid deep 
From spear’s cruel laugh.

Poem Details | by Peter Brooks |
Categories: death, fishing, storm,

Death by lightning

Bright morn. Two boys fish.
Absorbed… Rain - Run - Rods - Lightning.
One boy heard the clap.

Poem Details | by Ralph Spencer |
Categories: adventure, beach, bereavement, death of a friend, fishing,

Buddies of Fish

Weather looked upon not contemplating
Shores forgot, wisped away to beaches anew
This place that place, sea of blue
Set close not too far
voices in the wind here we are
Rods set tall and straight here it is 
we will wait
Lines tightened, rods a bent
fresh bait with old scent
Slicks rolling in crests of waves
Just beyond a bubbling fish raves
Set the hook reel the line
Buddies of fish it's dinnertime

Poem Details | by Regina Elliott |
Categories: death, family, fishing, funeral, sea, wife,

Requiem For The Fishermen

Requiem for the fishermen,
who lay at rest in the depths,
once, the sea's foamy spray 
flecked their weatherworn faces,
maritime spirits,
still breathing in their children's dreams,
chapped, ruddy hands,
once embraced their loyal wives,
the legend of their lives-
is spoken in the frigid winter waves.

In funereal respect,
come to the sailors' cathedral,
sing a hymn of the sea,
their families' grief will reflect
beyond their own years-
within the tides is their briny tears.

This poem is a 2020 Pushcart Prize nominee.